It's amazing how, in a moment of crisis, some people will really rise to the occasion. Hector is one of those people. I'll admit, before now I was pretty skeeved out about his relationship with Brittany. Now I think she couldn't have found a better guy.

My judgment about Cal and Carmella was totally off, too. Turns out they have hearts of gold. How else can you explain then loaning me Hector and Miranda for the night, as well as an ample supply of restaurant equipment.

Cal even gave me keys to beloved truck to transport it all. "I hope you make me proud," he said, patting me on the back and sending me on my way.

We arrived at India's house at around 8 PM, just as the sun had set. I had Hector turn off the van lights a few blocks before just so no one would see us coming. We had gone over the plan numerous times before we got there, so everyone knew what to do. For this to work, it all had to be executed with the accuracy of a military special ops mission.

Miranda went first with the rose petals. Dressed head to toe in black, she moved methodically up the front steps to the door, sprinkling petals along the path.

I looked at Hector, who sat behind the wheel having insisted on driving himself because he thought I was "too depressed to operate heavy machinery."

"You ready for this?" he asked me.

"All my life."

We hopped out of the van and opened up the back. Carefully, we wheeled the machine onto the sidewalk. Hector fiddled with the wires while I kept lookout.

Suddenly, Miranda appeared behind me. She held up a lighter and flicked it on.

"It's showtime," she said.

Next she proceeded to light 20 tiny little white bags with votive candles inside, and lined them along the front wall. The effect was stunning, like a vigil, only happy.

Hector handed me the microphone.

"Good luck," he said.

Then he turned on the karaoke machine. Lyrics flashed on a screen before me, but I didn't recognize them. The tune was also unfamiliar. I panicked.

"Is this 'One' by U2?" I said.

He circled his finger as if to say, "Go on. You're live whether you like it or not."

And he was right. The music had awoken the dogs in the neighborhood. They were now barking up a storm. Lights flashed on in the homes across the street.

I cleared my throat and, for the first time in years, sang.

Thanks for the times that you've given me. The memories are all in my mind.

Miranda and Hector both held up their lighters and swayed side to side. I let the music take me.

And now that we've come to the end of our rainbow. There's something I must say out loud.

Suddenly the porch light went on. My heart leapt. Could it be her? No, it was just India's mom in her pajamas. She shook her head, "Zach," she scolded.

"Please let me finish," I said. "India, I know you can hear me, and I'm sorry if I've woken up the kids, but I needed to tell you just how much I love you. And words themselves cannot do it justice. Words cannot do you justice."